Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, main sect hall.
"Uncle Bone, do you think I should make a move? Once I do, it will be the same as tearing off all pretense."
Ning Fengzhi leaned back in his chair, rubbing his brow as he murmured to himself.
Bone Douluo, standing beside him, did not answer. Once one's cultivation reached the level of a Titled Douluo, using one's brain for anything other than cultivation was a waste. Besides, Bone Douluo understood that Ning Fengzhi did not want advice, but someone to listen.
Sure enough, Bone Douluo did not respond, and Ning Fengzhi continued talking to himself.
"Once I act, Qinghe will definitely discover that we did it. No matter how cleanly we handle it, traces will inevitably be left behind. For the sake of a remnant who has lost his fighting spirit, should we abandon the situation we have built over so many years?"
"Uncle Bone, based on your understanding of geniuses, what level do you think that little fellow named Wang Qi will reach in five years? And what level will his true strength reach?"
"His third Soul Ring is nearly ten thousand years old, and his fourth Soul Ring will inevitably be ten thousand years old. Should a genius like that be recruited, or eliminated?"
Silence. The same deathly silence remained. Ning Fengzhi rubbed his brow, seeming to be deep in thought—or perhaps simply relaxing.
After a long while, he sat upright again and let out a sigh at the bright moon hanging high outside the window.
"Uncle Bone, I've decided to have Rong Rong join Heaven Dou Royal Academy for a period of study first. What do you think?"
Bone Douluo opened his eyes, seemingly considering it.
"Though I hate to admit it, Wang Qi really does have greater